We all met up at the cemetary gates.
Everybody had a blue and silver balloon except steve who had 2 of each and me - I had 2 of each plus a pink one for jayna and a white one for all those loved and lost or suffering.
The funeral home guys carried the tiny white coffin (my shoebox baby) to the grave and placed it on 2 dark purple ribbons.
The coffin had a plaque on top which read "baby oliver reece murray".
My aunty read the prayer and poem then the guys lowered the coffin into the ground.
Myself and steve both threw earth in on top.
And we let our balloons go.
A couple fo balloons caught in the trees but all of them made a break for freedom and headed for the skies.
I was given the purple ribbons to keep.
I understood he was going in next to my great grandparents but he went into the same space ( ) - gonna get a bit crowded thats 3 people in there now ( )
my dad offered to pay towards our headstone.
My nan and grandad, my dad, my baby brother, my mom, my aunty and uncle (dad's older brother) myself and steve were in attendance.

My uncle didn't think his boss would let him have the time off (and he would have been right) so he rang head office to ask for a few hours off for today - how do I say thank you to these people for coming?